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[purpleskelet0n]

So just finished ii finale

What's up chat (spoilers in tags)

[dooblebugss]

In hindsight, making Hive Knight secretly very sick of honey was the funniest thing I ever did with him

[birdyverdie]

A&P2 Exam 2 don't be mean to me. I know I was cramming last night but the immune system and the respiratory system are not that bad.

[dragons-and-magic]

Broke: Diesel 10 is a crazy, megalomaniacal villain, who cares about no one.

Woke: Diesel 10 is more or less, the leader or "Gordon" type figure of the Sodor Diesels. And uses unfortunately more unconventional methods to make sure his kind are safe, protected, and loved.

Bespoke: Gordon and Diesel 10 fight over custody of Philip. As a result, he spends half his time at the Diesel Works, and half his time at Tidmouth Sheds.😂

(None of this is meant to be taken seriously. This is just silly posting. Lol. For context, in my headcanon, Gordon and Philip have a father/son relationship.)

[error101ishere]

On Thanksgiving, I give thanks for Liandril Lavellan, the prettiest woman ever.

[not-poignant]

Man, I feel like I'm going to leave the next UtBlack chapter quietly shipping Efniesen and Faber and I'm so here for it

C'mon my trans kings you can do it!!

Alas not the next chapter as it's like chapter 104, I think, but it will be coming up!

I love writing Faber so much, and he's got an important role to play in Underline the Black too so I'm setting him in place for that (and so we can roll into Underline the Red as well).

It's occurred to me that Underline the Red is probably ready to start intermittently coming back into rotation along with Underline the Gold and Underline the Blue! I just need to figure out how to do it so we're not on a hugely angsty hiatus with that story, since things do get heavy for Faber for a while!

[wetcatspellcaster]

between veilguard charging me over 50 quid for half a game narrative, and ac shadows charging me over 50 quid for a game i need apparently like 1000 quid more of PC to run... I am reading to kill a triple A game CEO. for enrichment.

[pangzi]

I really love how good Poon is at the error 404/brain buffering face and how often P'New makes him use it

[fisheito]

snakes have something called a jacobson's organ that allows them to smell. they stick out their tongue, and then when it enters their mouth again, the jacobson's organ processes what they just smelled with their tongue. i say this to propose that, after yakumo licks eiden's dick for a good 10 minutes, he closes his mouth and processes it all like O_____O

when i TELL YOU that this message left me bracing the wall like

(overwhelmed with positive affect)

[sleeping-diary-the-fic]

Sleeping diary (a pink aftermare story)

Chapter 10: A flantastic plan all around.

First Previous

Berlingot woke up with an idea he couldn’t ignore.

He tried but it kept rolling around in his mind, making other thoughts muddy and sticky.

He had to try again!

The guardian was well aware how disastrous the last attempt had been… and the fact villagers wanted nothing to do with him usually…but.

He chatted with Orchid for a while, the other said “he had visit today” but stayed pretty cagey about what exactly happened. While the endeavor felt mildly frustrating, it was great the guy finally had some company he guessed.

It must have tire him however as he seemed even less verbose than usual, he should leave him time to rest for now.

Meaning it was the perfect day to make a new attempt!

His plan was all figured out and Marianne was bound to leave very soon. It will work this time!

Speaking of the devil…

“Ber’, you saw my other boot? I cannot find it…”

Berlingot rolled his eye lights and merely pointed up, where the long fur-lined shoe dangled from a branch.

His brother simply hummed, seemingly unsurprised by the predicament, before jumping to catch it and finished tidying up his outfit with swift and elegant movements.

If only the villagers knew how much mess there was behind his brother’s delicate appearance…

A few wrappers tumbled down from a pocket only half closed.

And how much candy.

The guardian sighed as the other started to walk away, before running right back to bonk him on the head.

“See you later, Berly!”

And then only, Marianne dashed out of view, humming and sing-singing on his way.

Hm, “Berly” and “Ber’”. A smile stretched on his face.

He heard worse nicknames than those.

The wind played with his pants ribbons for a few minutes more before Berlingot decided it was plan time.

And thus, he grabbed the supply bags and made lists of what to prepare for later. He won’t start to decorate before securing guests this time! Not that he wasn’t confident in the positive result of this plan!

…

Couldn’t hurt to have a fail-safe.

The deed was fast, he only had to modify some of his old lists to accommodate what he currently had access to. He, however, redesigned the invitations fully. They still bore his old name and he had better ideas now as well! 

Cutting, taping, sticking, doodling, writing and all of that, with an upbeat tune of nonsense swimming between his thoughts. 

How long since last time he played with his stationery tools? The result was rarely extraordinary but he always found enjoyment in this imperfect creation process. 

Once that was out of the way, he rummaged once more in the big bag to find a small satchel to put the papers in. It was a very simple one, black with a white clasp. They never got around to decorate it more but it would do the job.

It was now time to go.

He carefully placed his shawl in the bag, guessing it would be impractical to keep while trudging around the town, and glanced at the tree once last time.

He won’t be gone for long.

In a last minute decision, he slipped his diary in the satchel and started walking toward his objective with dynamic strides.

The hill was not that big but he took his sweet time to walk down, dodging wild flowers and stopping at any unidentified noise. He clutched his bag against his chest once he reached the line of trees separating the hills from the outskirts of the village.

Thing he has not done since what seemed like forever.

The sun is high with only a few clouds to hide it briefly once in a while and it shined on the windows of the first houses. Those are usually empty, not many wishing to live that close to them, but they were used a few times for events or to keep…wounded people in the same place.

A flutter of fabric around a neck and a muffled cry of pain scratched the back of his mind.

Ignore it, it was an accident.

Berlingot carefully advanced between the walls turned greenish by plants climbing on it.

Hands prying, pulling on something he couldn’t let go of, wouldn’t.

Ignore it! He said it was fine.

Unbeknownst to him, he stopped at an old broken window, the glass still sharp despite the years passing.

Laughter turning to silence and a silent inquiry.

Ignore it, he didn’t want to…

The guardian ran his finger against the glass edges and peeked inside. An empty room, full of dust. He mentally traced the old furniture there was before. Not many but enough to feel cozy, a few seats, a makeshift table and some candles. Snacks and cards in a corner for longer nights.

The next moment he was inside without really remembering moving.

The dust lifted in small clouds with each of his steps and the creaks coming along seemed as loud as thunder. 

His eyes fall on another dusty shard of glass. It felt dustier than the rest, with small stains of pale yellow glistening under a lone ray of sunshine.

A feeling builded up inside him, pushing sludge in his limbs and gravity slowly increased, trying to swallow him whole.

Cries of anger, clumsy steps in the grass, the painful darkness of the ground.

Nightmare ran out of the house, fingers dirty and thoughts tangled.

The sun is red for the night to come…

The sun was still up and bright, sky blue splotched by white clouds.

Nightmare takes a big inspiration, legs shaky of the run to come.

Berlingot exhaled, focusing on the feeling of his magic rushing out to swirl anew. 

His hand took a hold of the wooden sash of the window and he squeezed it hard for a moment.

The guardian walked away towards the center of the village, silent. His pace, regular and stiff, kept him going forward until he reached the inhabited part, leaving behind the memory to rot behind.

This was not on today's schedule!

And thus, it was left behind…

The square was busy and brimming with life, children chasing after a dog, pie-sellers selling pies, the never-happy complaining and happy-go-lucky laughing back at them… 

Nervous but determined, he approached a group of adults he deemed young enough, hands clutching on the invitations. 

Gathering his courage, he announced his arrival by whistling a short note.

“Hey, hello, how are we doing on this fine day?”

The group of 5 turned their attention towards him, staring.

“If you’re interested, I’m trying to host a small event back at the tree tonight,” Berlingot continued, trying very hard to ignore the awkward silence.

One of them, a lean man with long tangled hair, took the paper he was holding out and briefly scanned it.

Hope went up in his chest, raw and hot. Maybe, it really was the day! 

The group gathered around the thing, pointing and smiling, and Berlingot only realized what was happening exactly when the first harsh laugh tumbled out of the pack of hyenas. 

“What are you, 5?” exclaimed a small mouse, fur covered in dirt and blue eyes piercing.

“Who the fuck even is Berlingot?” added a woman as wide as she was tall, meaning not very.

Before Berlingot got around to explaining this particular tid-bit (how did he forget most were still unaware of that?), the comments continued to flood in.

“If you think anyone would come to ya thin’ when a nightmare is the organizer, who’d wan’ to sleep next ta that?” threw a green hog, a malicious smile distorted his face into a cruel thing.

He barely registered the tears trailing down his cheeks before they were wetting his collar.

The last person of the group walked towards him, making him take a step back by reflex. They towered above him, keeping him in place by a steel gaze.

“Scram.”

And scramming he did, running until the laughter couldn’t reach him anymore, until he found a place privy of people who could jest about what felt important to him.

Then he slumped down in a lone alley, behind a bakery, with a trashcan and a damaged flower pot as neighbors.

Calming down didn’t take that long but a deep fatigue now clogged to his bones like a heavy blanket.

Another failure.

While he could have given it another try, the energy and will lost him… and his invitations scattered in his flee.

So he leaned back against the brick wall, sighing, and he did the only thing he could think of right now that could brighten his mood.

He got out his diary and his usual pen and started writing.

End of chapter 10! Go to chapter 11?

Dreamtale belongs to @/jokublog Berlingot and Orchid belong to me Marianne belongs to @yuriyuruandyuraart <3

@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

BUFFERING THE VAMPIRE SLAYER JUST ANNOUNCED THEY'RE GOING BACK TO THE HELLMOUTH!!!!!!!!!! ANOTHER 144 EPISODES (AT LEAST)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUFFERING THE VAMPIRE SLAYER: ONCE MORE WITH SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!

[sparkleresthold]

Living Dead Girl 💚

[todayisafridaynight]

Holy fuck I thought Jo was in a speedo for a second 🥵🥵🥵

crying at the thought of jo in a speedo cause i know he's miserable 24/7 and speedos are for people who love life. like adachi.

[akascow]

im fine working morning shifts but u cannot put me on one after a night shift😭😭

[suispiria]

watching the new ep of iwtv like god intended on the laggiest dailymotion upload known to man

[lomotunes2008]

I came up with an AU where Turboe (a TTTE OC of mine) accidentally takes a wrong turn and ends up in Chuggington

Also Turboe & Margot interaction:

Turboe: (Sees Margot) What's that? A giant slug?

Margot: (Sees Turboe) What's that? A living fossil?

Turboe: You f///ing take that back-